#*looks away instead of continuing the conversation because he doesn't know the rules for this sort of talk*

[dollopheadedmerlin]

Gwen really just kissed Merlin on the mouth and he still was like huh what a nice friendly gesture

#mine #gwenlin #mergwen #idk #merlin #i dont even mean this as a ship thing #he just is that oblivious #like?? #people have crushes on him #and he's like lol you're so awkward #or maybe im sp awkward #man why is this so awkward?? #it's the love in the air Merlin #you keep wafting it in and then scrunching your nose up like something smells #Gwen babbles about how she likes men like you-but not you no not that that would be bad but like other people similar to you hahah *dies* #and Merlin is just like what on earth is she saying?? #he aint neurotypical thats for sure #*looks away instead of continuing the conversation because he doesn't know the rules for this sort of talk* #and then gwen also looks away but because she is embarrassed #i think he knows she crushed on him sometimes #but then he just like #forgets #haha silly gwen #it was pure luck he and freya managed to get together #his fluster and her fluster had to synchronize

[obey-me-disaster]

Hi i was wonderinf if you could make a fic about ghe om charactess reactind to MC doing sh or sum causr im in teh moos to cry rna nd i cant dind ahy good angstfisc lmqo

/not forsce

A/N:Sorry for the long wait! I have decided to brake it into smaller fics for every character instead of one big fic. I will have to do separate posts for it most likely.

CW: self harm, self depricating thoughts, suicidal thoughts, starving as a self punishement/as a way to cause harm

Disclamier: This is inspired from personal experience, so I may not be able to capture the full depth of this topic or how it affects different people. I may rewrite parts of it in the future.

Lucifer x gn!MC

Mammon x gn!MC

Lucifer, Mammon x gn!MC that self harms

When the exchange program first begun MC's safety was regarded as something vital for Diavolo's plan. No one was expecting the way the human exchange student would become so beloved by so many people.

As time went on everyone was so captivated by MC that they failed to realize that they have put them on some sort of pedestal. Sure, the angel, sorcerer and the demons were observant of the way MC was acting but no one wanted to expect something bad was happening to them, especially when they were quick to reassure everyone that nothing was wrong with them.

There were times when the human would be withdrawn from everyone. Times where they looked like they have no energy left and were lost in their own world or times when they were quick to getting annoyed, wanting to be away from everyone. Excuses such as 'I am stressed because of exams' 'I have not been sleeping enough' 'Just one of those days' could only get them so far with beings older than their entire bloodline.

"I know there is something bothering them but every time I try to ask them, they always hit me with one of those lame excuses!" Huffing Mammon stops pacing around and sits on the couch.

"That's exactly why everyone gathered here today. MC is obviously hiding something from us and it has been going on for longer than it should." Placing down the tray full of snacks Simeon continued. "I would love to think we are just overthinking it and MC is fine, but it has become clear that's not the case."

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat Leviathan decided to join the conversation. "MC also stopped joining me for our gaming nights. They were always looking forward to our nights but now every time I ask them to join me, they just dismiss me.." the last part was barely above a whisper.

"Levi does make a point. MC's mood changes have become more frequent and their body language has also changed. It's like they're trying to hide their body from us." Satan tried to make heads of the whole situation. "We could rule out the attack from another demon. They don't smell of blood and their body doesn't seem to be affected by a wound."

While Satan was mumbling to himself, everyone was thinking of MC's behavior, anything that could give them a clue on what's wrong with them.

"If I stay and think about it, they are also refusing to eat as much as they used to, even when they are clearly hungry. I have left some snacks for them so they won't get hungry, but I don't know if MC ever ate them or not." Beel tried to recall all the times MC refused to eat, but just thinking about it made him lose all his appetite.

"Now that we're putting together all of these 'new' habits of MC makes it clear that there is something going on." Diavolo ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. "Solomon, you're the only other human in the whole exchange, maybe you have a better idea of what's happening to them..."

All eyes turned towards the sorcerer, waiting for a response that would help them understand the whole situation. "I actually may suspect something but none of you will like it.." Solomon waited to see if any of them would make a comment, but when that didn't happen he continued on with his explanation.

"As Satan said, their body language has changed and they are trying to cover their body more. The idea of an attack or a curse can be ruled since that would have been observed by now." Everyone nodded, everything he said up until that point was already established. "I am not gonna beat around the bush but I think they may be self harming in some kind of capacity. It's not to the point where it draws blood so we can rule out any kind of cutting. It still doesn't make the situation good but there is at least that..."

"Now what?! We can't let then continue, can we??" Mammon snapped at them out of frustration over the situation. "Going over to MC to confront them about the whole situation won't help them either." Lucifer said as a matter of fact. "For now we will act as if we don't know until we come up with a way to approach the subject."

Seeing as there was nothing else to add to the discussion everyone decided to end things there. Luke could distract MC out of the Purgatory Hall for so long after all.

Lucifer

After the group discussion he decided to watch over MC more closely. Lucifer would often invite them in his study room to talk about their day or if anything was bothering them and every time MC would try to retreat away from everyone, he would take them out on a walk or on dates.

This went on for a little under two weeks before he decided to finally have a talk with them. While MC seemed to be more relaxed than before it was clear that they were not going to open up with him any time soon, and he refused to sit by and let them hurt themself in any capacity.

"So, what did you want to talk about? I am not in trouble, am I?" MC was sitting next to him on the couch. Lucifer has called them a bit earlier into his room with the excuse of 'talking about some recent problems'.

"You are not in trouble, no." Taking a sip from his cup of demonus. "I am not about to waltz around the subject now that you're here." Setting the glass down he took one of their hands in his own and started to gently rub his thumb over their knuckles. "There is something bothering you and I don't want to hear any of your old excuses. Please, tell me the truth so I can help you." From the look the avatar of pride gave them, they knew there was no backing out of this discussion.

He could feel MC's whole body tense up at his question. They stared at him for a while, opening and closing their mouth every time they would try to come up with some sort of excuse only give up. Lucifer waited for them patiently to find their words. If anyone knows how hard it can be to let yourself be vulnerable is him, so he was not gonna rush them. He already approached the subject in a not so gentle manner, to demand more, at least for now would only push MC away.

Finally giving up on coming up with excuses or trying to find a way to make the situation seem less bad than it is, MC leaned their head against Lucifer's shoulder. "Was it that obvious? The way I've been acting.."

"Yes, it was quite obvious, everyone is worried about you" He didn't need to look at MC to know that they winced at the knowledge that everyone knew. "They won't swarm you with questions, I will make sure of that."

"Thank you, Lucifer, I really don't want to deal with all of that, not yet at least.." Despite being more relaxed they still squirmed in their place every so often.

"No need to thank me, we're here for you after all" Kissing the top of their head, both of them settled into a comfortable silence, mainly to give MC time to gather their thoughts.

"I...I guess for starters you want to know for how long I've been feeling like this." Lucifer merely gave them a nod. "Well...I guess not for long. At least since me coming to Devildom. You see, before coming here I didn't have the best self esteem and wasn't that satisfied with my life. When I got chosen for the exchange program, I didn't mind it that much, I saw it as an opportunity to turn over a new leaf."

MC leaned over, their head leaving Lucifer's shoulder, in an attempt to put some distance between themself and Lucifer "And it worked for a while, I met people that care about me a lot, I got better as a person and I was kept busy by the ongoing shit that happens around." Remembering all of the shenanigans they went through brought a smile to MC. "But it's not like my problems disappear. Sure I made progress, but worries that I had in the past came back, past problems transformed into new ones and little by little I got into bad past habits."

Letting out a shaky sigh they continued. "Little by little I got into self destructive habits, such as refusing to do things I would, hiding myself from other to even starving and doing things that would cause me some kind of pain."

Lucifer could only curse himself for not noticing how his lover felt sooner. He put his arms around MC and pull them close to him, making sure to rest their head on his chest as he lowered himself to lay on the couch. While they still couldn't look at him directly they at least didn't push him away. "How about you stay the night in my room? You can talk about what's bothering you in peace, no one will dare to just walk in my room."

Wrapping their hands around his waist, MC made themself comfortable on top of him. "I'm warning you, it might take a while before I fully open up." Chuckling at their words he tighten his hold on them. "Take your time, we have more than enough."

Mammon

Mammon has always been the one to look over others without being really noticed. When they fell from the Celestial Realm he was the one that looked over his brothers and reminded Lucifer that everyone followed him for a reason. He was the one that decided to look over a girl from the human world and help her financially until she is old enough to do it on her own. He was the one assigned to look over MC, to make sure they are safe and well and yet here he was. Pacing around his room, trying to think of a solution on how to approach them.

He couldn't help but be reminded of the whole attic incident, more exactly how MC hid their true reason on why they were making pacts with his brothers. He didn't know what hurt more, the fact that they couldn't trust him or the fact that MC is suffering and he can't do anything about it.

Frustrated he decided to go see them, he didn't exactly have a plan but he was damned if he wouldn't try something. Even if nothing could be done today he will make sure to at least make their day better.

Barging into their room Mammon tried to call out to them but stopped when he heard MC weakly groaning from beneath their bed sheets "Can you tone it down a bit? I've got a nasty headache."

Frowning, the demon made his way next to their bed. Even when he took a sit next to them, MC made no effort in turning around to face him. "What's gotten into you? Ya look all sick and frail" Mammon tried to put his hand on their forehead in order to check their temperature but they shied away from his touch.

Looking at the state of his human, any and all plans of taking them out to town fell apart. "MC, talk to me, what's wrong? And don't give me the 'I'm just sick' excuse, it won't work." Looking at MC, he tried to see if they would react in any way but they only shifted uncomfortably.

"It's nothing serious, I am just tired from catching up with all the homework from RAD, so I need a little bit of rest." MC tried to explain themself but it didn't fool Mammon one bit.

The last of his patience about asking MC about the truth finally disappeared after hearing their overused excused. Lying in bed next to them he put his arms around their waist. When MC made no move to try and get out of his hold, he pulled them closer to him. While they still faced away from him at least it didn't feel like there was such a great distance between the two of them.

"We both know that's a bullshit excuse.." Mammon's voice, while sounding unimpressed, it held no malice. Still, it didn't stop MC from tensing up in his arms.

"Come on, it's me Mammon, you're first man, you can tell me everything don't you? What's bothering you?" He mumbled while burying his face into their shoulder.

Guilt was starting to eat MC up after hearing Mammon's words. They could feel tears trying to come out so they opted to turn around and burry their face into Mammon's chest.

" You're right, I am sorry..." they said trying to hide the fact that they were on the verge of crying.

Relieved at seeing MC starting to open up he continued to press on the issue at hand. "It's ok, you've got me here, why don't ya start from telling me how you're feeling right now?"

The human took a few moments to come up with a way to explain their situation at the moment. "You see, I wasn't lying when I said I have a headache. It's just that, it's a result from me skipping meals for a while or so. In fact, my body feels so weak that I can barely move..." They internally winced at their explanation but they didn't have much time to dwell on it when Mammon sat up looking alarmed.

"What do you mean by that?! Why's that? Don't tell me you're trying one of Asmo's crazy diets?" Looking down on them, he tried to see if there is anything else he should take notice off, besides their nasty glare.

"Nothing of that sorts, don't worry." Turning on their back they stared up at the ceiling, looking right past Mammon. Being relieved at their words he decided to make himself comfortable in bed next to them.

"You see, it's an old habit of mine to skip meals. But when I get stressed or start to feel overwhelmed I start taking that habit to an extreme." Hearing them talk, Mammon is able to take note of how weak their voice sounded

"I lose all motivation to eat, and when I start feeling nauseous and the pain in my stomach starts to get worse, it pushes me to do it more and more until I am left lying helplessly in bed. The more pathetic I feel, the more reasons I have to skip meals and make this feeling of helplessness last longer." Sighing, some silent tears rolled down from the corner of their eyes.

Kicking himself mentally, Mammon decided to take a mental note to watch their eating habits more carefully in the future. "But what set you off? Was it the workload from RAD?" He asked them hoping to get a better understanding of what was bothering them.

"I honestly don't know...it's a mix of that and some other stuff, but I don't want to think about it now." MC's voice held some resentment as they explained. That was the cue for Mammon that he won't get any more information out of his human for that night.

Still, he couldn't leave them in that sorry state, not as long as he was there to take care of them. "I am going to make you one of my famous instant noodles just for you, so ya better be thankful!"

Just as he was about to leave the room he turned one last time towards them. "Afterwards be prepared to go on a ride with me, I will take you to some places in here Devildom you've never seen before."

MC merely gave him a nod but that was more than enough confirmation for him as he went to prepare everything he needed.

A/N: So, this is getting way too long so I will stop it here for now. I will come back to update it in the future for the rest of the characters, but I don't want it to sit in my drafts any longer.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #i don't really like how it came out :/ #i may rewrite the whole thing

[thedaredevilsgirl]

Just Not Enough For You-Part 1

Warning: friends with benefits, angst (reader is insecure about her appearance and personality, jealous, comparison, drinking) this was inspired by the song Nada Contra by Clarissa (it's a Brazilian song, I know that most here speak English, but I still recommend listening to it, it's very good).

A/N: To be honest this idea seemed better in my head and didn't come out exactly as I wanted, but I still liked the final result so I decided to post it. Part two will probably be posted early next week. Hope you like it💗

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Your mind kept repeating the word as you went outside the Hard Deck with the excuse of getting some air, not that it was a lie, it was actually quite hard to breathe in the same environment as Jake and the miss perfect.

Of course you wanted him to be happy, that's why you broke the deal with Jake, to set him free so that he could find someone better to love, someone as perfect as he was, someone who certainly wasn't you.

Why were you so sad? It was all your fault, he was only with her because you let him go, so why are you so sad?

"I think this better be the last time" you say picking your clothes up quickly from the floor.

  "Wait, what?" Jake asked so confused, he thought everything was going so well, and it was true "I thought you liked this, what about our deal?"

   The damn deal, friends with benefits, how to continue with the deal when you had broken the biggest rule of it, no falling in love, just fuck, get something out of your system and enough is enough. Jake made it very clear he wasn't after a relationship, and you thought the same until that stupid smile captured your heart and you realized you were totally in love with him.

   "I like it, but we can't go through with it."

   "Why?" he asked still so confused as he watched you put on your clothes instead of his shirt and lay down to sleep next to him like you always did on the nights you had sex (and even on the ones you did nothing).

  "I...I just think that we should be sleeping with other people, I mean of course we should, meeting new people and not getting stuck in this bullshit" you say as if it doesn't hurt.

  "Are you sure this is what you want?"

  "Yes, I'm sure" big liar.

  You start to retreat from the room, ready to leave when you hear him calling your name, almost like a broken whisper.

   "We're still friends, right?" you could swear you saw pain flash through his eyes, but it should be something from your imagination.

   "Yes, friends" you smile and hope he doesn't realize it's fake, and finally walk away.

   This couldn't go on, not when you knew he didn't want anything serious, not with you, not when he can get something better, it was better to end it now and hope the pain was less.

But wasn't, was tearful.

It didn't even take a month before there was another girl in your place, the beautiful and gorgeous Jude, they were already on their third date and God she was pretty and a wonderful person which only made it even worse.

  You didn't want to compare yourself, but it was impossible to stop the negative thoughts about yourself when she was around.

  That's why you left the bar, not being able to take it anymore but still unable to avoid watching them from the window outside.

  You see Jake put his arm around her shoulders and whisper something in her ear that makes she laugh.

Why did they have to look so perfect together?

   The smile on his face slowly disappears as his gaze crosses yours on the other side of the window.

  "Shit" you say to yourself as you look away and take a long sip of your drink trying to erase the shame of being caught in the act.

  "Are you feeling okay?" Jake asks a few minutes later standing next to you.

   "Yeah, I just needed to take a breather, the bar seemed pretty crowded tonight" was a great excuse, Jake knew you hated crowds.

  The two of you stare at each other for a long minute, not knowing how to continue that conversation, drowning in those unspoken words and undisclosed feelings.

  "You look beautiful" he finally says and he sounded so sincere.

   You wondered if he noticed that that was his favorite dress, the same one he would always gently pull off your body, the one he said made you look like an angel.

  "My beautiful angel" was what he said before he kissed you for the first time that night on the beach.

"my angel" whispered between your thighs before finally making you his, Just his.

The silence hangs again, he couldn't look away, but he quickly shakes his head, drawing from it whatever thought was making him confused at that moment.

  "Well, I have to go, I promised to take Jude home so..." He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

   "Okay," is all you can say without bursting into tears.

   "I...take care and be well okay?"

  You nod and watch him leave with Jude at his side.

   It was their third date, you knew they would probably be doing more than kissing that night, the mere thought of him touching her made your stomach churn, giving her the pleasure that only a few weeks ago he was giving only to you.

  You get back inside the bar as quickly as possible.

  "Penny" you catch the attention of the woman behind the counter "Give me a glass of the strongest drink you have."

  "Are you sure dear?"

  "Yes, please."

  "Are you okay?" Phoenix asks sitting down next to you already knowing everything that had happened to you and Hangman.

  "Fine" you say before turning the entire shot over in one go once Penny has placed it on the counter "Everything is wonderfully fine, one more shot please."

━─┈✩☽🌑☾✩┈─━

Hello" Jake speaks with his voice still hoarse from sleep.

"Bangman" he hears your inebriated voice on the other end of the line and it is enough for him to wake up automatically getting worried about you "My favorite pilot, my Jake" you give a short chuckle.

"Are you okay? Where are you?" he quickly gets out of bed ready to pick you up no matter where you are.

"My Jake...but you're not mine are you? And it's all my fault" by the tone of your voice you make it clear that you were crying.

"Honey what are you talking about? Please tell me where you are."

"It's all my fault" you repeat "Jude is beautiful, you really did well to choose her, the two of you are perfect together, it even annoys me."

"I... What's going on angel, please, I'm getting worried" Jake says.

"Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against her, the truth is I wish I was in her place, the truth is I am dying of jealousy here" you laugh again, but there was no amusement there, just pain "I know I was the one who ended our arrangement, but the truth is I couldn't go on, I couldn't because I love you, I love you so much it hurts, I ended it all because I knew you would never love me back, why would you love me? I can spend hours here talking about all your qualities and I'm just me, you can have models, beautiful and funny girls, and I know I'm good enough to be a casual fuck but never good enough to be a girlfriend, I'm easy to forget, easy to replace, it wouldn't be any different this time right, that's why I let you go" Jake only realizes he was crying now, with the excruciating pain of hearing the woman he love talking so badly about herself.

"Angel, please listen to me, this is not true, none of this is..."

"My God, what are you doing? No calling guys when you're drunk" he hears Phoenix's voice on the other end of the line before can continue speaking "Jake, I'm sorry about that" he is a little more relieved to know you had someone with you.

"Natasha, where are you guys? I'm going to go get her right now."

"Nat, give me back my phone, I need to tell Jakey that I love him even if I am insufficient to him" you speak in the background.

"We are at The Hard Deck, I can take care of her, but Jake...she needs you."

#jake 'hangman' seresin fluff #jake seresin fluff #hangman fluff #jake hangman seresin angst #jake seresin angst #hangman angst #jake hangman seresin smut #jake seresin smut #hangman smut #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #hangman x you #jake hangman x reader

[scribbling-dragon]

and the seconds are not seconds

summary:

Time is not right, and the seconds are not seconds, it would seem.

It certainly explains a lot, at least.

(ao3 link)

(1,451 words)

this is basically my hc on how the time in limited life is working. because i refuse to believe this whole thing is going to happen within a day. have fun!

It was a simple concept, at its core. Twenty-four hours, in a small world, surrounded by people he knows- people he’s friends with.

It had become routine at this point, meeting up every few months, usually at the turn of the season, to participate in whatever form of a game Grian had managed to cook up in his mind this time. So, when he received the message that a new one was starting, and that he was invited to join, he had accepted it without much hesitation.

It was a way to get away from everything for a bit, to step back from his current projects and move away from the echoing emptiness of Tumble Town. It would be hard to feel lonely in a small world full of other people- some of which he hasn't had the opportunity to see since the last games.

But now, staring down at the steadily ticking timer on his skin, he’s beginning to have a few concerns.

Twenty-four hours, Grian had said. Once your time has run out, he said, you’re out. That’s it. There had been other rules alongside it, simple ways to regain hours and a quick, final run-through of the rules, as though any of them would have forgotten them by now, and then they're off, timers ticking away, counting the seconds down rapidly-

Well. He assumes they're meant to be ticking down rapidly, seconds trickling away as he stands here and stares, wrist upturned as the numbers flash over his skin. He counts the seconds in his head, finds himself leaps and bounds ahead of the actual timer on his wrist, even as he slows his counting to a snail’s pace.

The time is wrong, it seems, and the seconds are not seconds. They trickle away slowly, not at all the fast, panicked countdown Jimmy had expected to be faced with. Instead, it’s almost excruciatingly slow.

Twenty-fours hours, Grian had said. A quick game, Jimmy had assumed, something which doesn't seem to be panning out just as he expected…which he should have expected. These games never go quite right; there is always someone willing to defy the conventions of the games, defy the rules set out at the start, bending them but not so much as to be truly breaking the rules.

He has been stood here for what feels like hours, and yet barely two minutes have passed. Two, almost unbearably long, minutes have ticked away as he’s stood here, contemplating whether or not his eyes are deceiving him.

He feels eyes on his back, staring at him- watching him. He turns, and there is nothing there, only empty air and the feeling of eyes watching the back of his head once more. He turns around, not at all surprised to see Grian stood in front of him now, grinning up at him with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Figured it out yet, Tim?”

“Something close to it.” He replies. He pulls his sleeve down over the timer on his arm, hiding it from view and attempting to put the oddly slow seconds from his mind. It is not as successful as he had hoped it would be, as the thought continues coming back to nag at him, to nip at his mental heels. Grian staring at him, watching him, does not help either.

“And that truth is?” Grian’s eyes are darker than they normally are- containing more of a vastness than his pupil-less eyes usually do. He doesn't let it bother him, eyes sliding away from the sight easily, looking away and refusing to look into Grian’s eyes for longer than a moment.

“The time is…odd.” He says, frowning down at the ground. He’s almost tempted to yank his sleeve up and check how the seconds have disappeared, how many of them have trickled away as he’s held this conversation? Not very many, he assumes. “And the seconds are not seconds, at least not like the ones I can count.”

“And what conclusion does that give you?” Jimmy does not yank his sleeve up and check his timer, mostly because he feels as though Grian - this version of the man at least - will find some amusement, some entertainment, in watching him stare helplessly at his clock.

“That something here is different.” He says. He looks back at Grian then, away from the ground. Grian is smiling, seemingly pleased with this conclusion. “That something has probably been different all along, but you hadn't given us the means to notice it before.”

“Well done.” Grian doesn't beam- this version of Grian is never so obvious with his joy, but the grin he wears is a near enough thing. “These timers,” Grian taps at his arm, fingers pressing into the wool of his jumper, obviously indicating the timer hidden beneath, “are based on normal time. A game of twenty-four hours, those hours being based upon the time in this realm, would not be very long. It would hardly be satisfying to watch.”

He has never enjoyed the way Grian speaks when he is like this. The way he places emphasis on words that need no emphasis. He wonders, briefly, how many other people have seen Grian like this- how many people Grian has discussed their timers and this realm with in depth. He doubts it is very many. Perhaps it is no-one outside of him.

“And so it is based on the time outside of this realm.” Jimmy says. And several things make sense at once. He had assumed, after every other game, that his eagerness to return to some normalcy after several weeks spent in a small world, attempting to murder his friends, had simply made it seem as though he had barely been away for more than a few days. Perhaps, it had never been more than a few days after all, several weeks spent, and yet only two, maybe three, days have truly been wasted. “To prolong the game further.”

“Exactly.” Grian grins at him, brushing his hair aside as he looks around, peering towards the surrounding forest, as though there may be eavesdroppers that he cannot see. “Though I don't think I have to ask that you-”

“Keep this between just us two?” He asks. “You say that as though the others won't notice. They're not stupid, you know.”

“I'm not saying they won't notice, I'm telling you not to tell them why it is like that. They will certainly notice it- several of them have already, but if they question it and there are no answers, they will simply accept it as something they must deal with. There have been errors like this before.”

“So why tell me?” Jimmy asks. His wings flutter behind him before he presses them shut again, Grian’s eyes flicking to the side as he tracks the flash of bright yellow feathers. “Why bother to explain it to me when no-one else will know?”

“For a canary to work,” Grian’s eyes flash in the light, and Jimmy is unable to pinpoint the colour. His eyes are every colour beneath the sun, and it is disorientating to look at. He looks away as Grian continues to speak, “The canary must know what to warn for, when to cry danger, if it wishes to protect those it guards.”

“That explains very little.”

“I never said anything about it being a good explanation,” Grian tips his head to the side, and his eyes are normal again, though nothing has really changed about them. Nothing changed about them in the first place, but there were far too many for Jimmy to keep track of. “Now, c’mon, we’ve already started and you've done nothing but stand around like- like a bag of spinach!”

“A bag of spinach?” He questions.

“Most useless vegetable ever,” Grian snorts. “You get a whole bag of it, and what! It just shrivels up until you've got a pitiful amount of soggy spinach. Now come on, before I tell everyone you were standing around like a lemon.”

Grian walks off, still chattering and obviously expecting him to follow behind. He does, though his footsteps lag a little. He glances ahead at Grian, watching to see if he’s inclined to turn around and see if Jimmy is still following him. He isn't.

Jimmy gives into the temptation and pushes his sleeve up, watching the seconds trickle by, moving with a sort of lethargy he’s only ever experienced on cold mornings. He hums to himself, and it almost sounds like surprise, as though he had expected the speed of his timer to change at all.

Time is not right, and the seconds are not seconds, it would seem.

It certainly explains a lot, at least.

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Hi, it's NightFlurry again with some more ideas about bad endings or background stories for yandere genshin characters. I'm free for anyone to add to my thoughts or comment if it's friendly and appropriate!

The country they rule is called Teyvat(obviously), and each is separated by different kingdoms depending on the element and belief they possess. Ex. Zhongli's dynasty Liyue worships the element Geo known for its contracts that last as old as the kingdom itself. Ei's empire Inazuma worships Electro, a domain rumored to have lasted for eternity hence why the people look so young and lively. Venti's kingdom Mondstadt worships anemo, for the kingdom should be as free as the winds itself. The ever-mysterious fallen kingdom Khaneriah, a thriving kingdom built with wits and determination that one day fell due to a great calamity. This continues more and more.

Their majesty's/highness (reader), kingdom Seizon-sha, doesn't worship any element instead, they worship the sun, stars, and moon, for they are the guardians of fate, time, and evolution. A kingdom large enough to rival Liyue's dynasty. However, is crippled by a lack of successors and dies from the hands of debt after spending it on foolish lavishes. This is why the King and Queen are desperate to marry their sons and daughters to wealthy kingdoms.

Some characters are Albedo, the royal high mage nicknamed the ice wizard because he lived in the ice-cold mountains of Dragonspine, but for his ever-ice-cold expression. Nobody knows his story, only knowing that he hailed from the hills of Mondstadt and then suddenly arrived at their kingdom's doorstep to work as their kingdom's mage. This surprised many people because, for a mage of his caliber, many would've expected he'd pick a more prosperous domain like Liyue or perhaps seek out the more profound mysteries of magic in Sumeru. The Mage was a bigger mystery, always locking himself inside his room for ungodly hours only to come out for refreshments or stock up on supplies. Only interact with the servants or knights when he's out and about, only talking if it's business or something important. The mage didn't even seem interested in the royal family, barely sending them a glance when they passed by, always giving quick, emotionless answers, not even sparing a hello when nobles came by. The only person the mage was willing to talk to was their Highness. The mage suddenly started conversing with them one day, and their friendship began! Or so he wants their majesty to think The image was a strange one since he never asked any of the maids to clean his room, not even when the room was so unattended when a maid, who was sent there to give him his afternoon tea, was met with a storm of dust as soon as the mage opened the door. The mage gave a quick 'thank you' before shutting the door. Nobody knew that if the maid looked a bit longer, she would've seen the erratic piles of portraits depicting their majesty in different poses strewn across the floor. Nobody knew that the mage secretly teleported their Highness into his room during their break to work as his assistant with his experiments. How can their majesty look so innocent when they sleep, not knowing a certain mage was sitting by their bedside frantically drawing in his notepad every night. Using his new invisibility magic to sneak past the guards so the reader and him. Oh, their Highness looked so cute when the new book they wanted suddenly appeared on their doorstep one day; perhaps a maid heard it! Or perhaps their stalker? When one day, a spell became wrong, transforming the mage into a lowly toad. Thankfully their Highness was there to help them, oh? You don't need to get someone else. A kiss would do, and I'm afraid Sucrose is away, so you'll have to do it. If you look closely, the crumbled page on how to properly reverse the spell sat within the ashes of the fireplace, and is it strange that the ever-prefect mage suddenly got the spell wrong just when the majesty was there?

"Your Highness, I conducted a new potion using the ingredients you generously gifted me a while ago. I'd like to call it 'Forever Yours,' a love potion growing among young nobles, so I created a potion to see if it holds any value. I also added my own twist to enhance the effects of the person that'll drink it to be utterly in love with the first person they see. You should try it since you are here. Unfortunately, I can't use myself to test it since if I get it wrong, I won't be conscious enough to create a cure. Don't worry, your highness. I'll be by your side in case something happens. So, please...Drink...Every...Last...Drop...."

Another character is Xiao, the stoic bodyguard of their highness, known among his fellow knights. as "the Vigilante Yakasha, the Conqueror of Demons" because of his demon-like power as he effortlessly sweeps through with the flurry of the wind. Seen training from the sweet crack of dawn to the quiet evening of night, not even the never-ending rain has stopped the knight from training. A mystery even to the king since he never shares anything about himself unless it's business and never goes outside the castle's walls unless accompanied by their majesty. The knight was found years ago during a royal family outing. The royal family was enjoying their time basking under the warm rays of sunlight as they greeted their people; the peace diminished when one of the guards noticed that the young heir was missing. Panicked ensued as the knights began searching for the missing heir, who they found wrapping a bandage over a beat-up orphan deep within the dangerous parts of the kingdom. The child was apparently an escaped slave from an abusive family who escaped with the skin of his teeth from the relentless dogs and soldiers that chased him. The child could flee to their kingdom before surviving on thrown-out food and living inside old buildings before being beaten by a shopkeeper for stealing bread. The heir later found him in his sorry state because the heir noticed the child's whimpers of pain while wandering. With enough pleading, the heir convinced the king and queen to let the orphan, which the Highness later named Xiao, stay at the castle as a stable boy, allowing him the opportunity to rise among the social ranks if he so wished. So for years, Xiao remained in the kingdom due to the royal family's kindness. He felt indebted to the heir since they were the angel that saved him from hell. Nobody deserves his goddess; if anybody disagrees, they'll find their tongues ripped out. What nobody knew was that during the years, the heir would constantly make visits to the cold man to talk and leave little gifts for him. Throughout the following years, he rose through the ranks and landed himself a spot as a knight due to his remarkable skills with a spear. He trained for months in unbearable training and fighting against many enemies, from armies built of thousands of men to monsters that could shake the world. He was revered for his accomplishments in winning even the most hopeless battles and his stoic-no-nonsense expression as he tore down his foes. So, why would a man with so many achievements step down to become a measly bodyguard of their Highness? He always states his reports to the king with the same blank look, casting a side glance at his fellow knights before returning to training, ignoring the blushing maids as they stare at the young knight. The only expression the servants could wring out from the cold guard was dangerous narrow eyes and a threatening grip on his sword as a servant almost burnt them with hot tea after tripping on a loose tile. Doesn't that fool realize he could've seriously injured his goddess's precious hands?!? This fool deserves to rot in hell. Somebody as worthless as him shouldn't even dare to be in the same room as them. Poor children, if only they saw the signs of unhealthy obsession. If their highness looked closely on their balcony at night, placed inside the branches of a nearby tree, lay a certain knight watching from the shadows over the sleeping form of their highness. What if somebody decides to kill them in their sleep? As their guard, I must protect them from anybody. Oh, my poor goddess, so vulnerable...so beautiful....so unsusceptible of the cruel world.... Or perhaps if they noticed that every time a noble so much as sneers at their highness, their body was soon found in a nearby alley practically mauled by a powerful demon. The demon is closer than you think, your highness. could be perhaps standing next to you, watching your back... and making sure to protect you...even if it means killing everyone in their path...

"Your Highness, please refrain from jumping out the window again I won't catch you the next time you call me. …What, but don't dare call anybody else to name besides my own. Those incompetent knights can barely protect themselves, how would they fare to protecting you? I swore that the day I became your knight, I would protect you from the evils and unworthy of this world. Besides, why are you sneaking out again? You wanted to explore the town square? …fine...but I'm coming with you. I swear, I won't rat you out to the king that you snuck out again, but you must promise me one thing...That I'm allowed to annihilate any foes that dare cross our path, and if they dare lay a filthy finger upon you..... they'll find their entire arm missing."

Ahhhh, my fingers hurt like heck after writing all this....x _ x Well, I hope you enjoyed my first writing about the idea of the Fantasy Au. I just wrote these characters because they were the first person I could think of, if you want a certain character please ask. Please comment or ask me more about it.

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This is good food right here!!!

I’m really loving how your brain works especially since I can practically picture what it’ll look like In game form. There’s something about royal high mage albedo that makes my mind go brrrr and turn into rot. Since he tried to give the reader a love potion for “demonstration” purposes XD.

I’ll definitely let you know if I have any more comments or questions about your wonderful idea. As always thanks for stopping by and if you have anymore to share fill free to dump it all in my inbox! o(≧v≦)o

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just realizing again how little az seems to actually care to get to know elain or be around her at all lmao. and also how little elain seems to want to get to know or be around him either. you mean they've had like, a year and a half or whatever to become friends (which no one would have objected to at all and would have been the perfect opportunity to "start something") but only share few words and a hand brush here and there?? weak lol. "four books of build up" my ass.

 

If people looked back over the book and I mean really looked back over the book, they'd see that E/riel interactions fall flat every time. I think their lengthiest conversation occurred back in ACOMAF and that was when Az was explaining how Illyrians felt about flying even though Feyre acknowledges Az probably doesn't feel half those things because he doesn't like to consider himself Illyrian.

They sit silently in the garden together.

She says nothing to him after the rescue from Hybern's camp. Kisses his cheek then walks away while he's about to fall over.

She tells him she doesn't know how to use TT and he doesn't offer to show her. Instead he says nothing and Feyre responds.

He says "Hello" at Solstice, Elain responds that she'd never been to one and Az fails to continue the conversation. Instead Amren does.

And for anyone claiming, "it's not his fault since Amren jumped in", I think it's important to remember that the author chose to write it so Az and Elain never share more than a comment or two. There is no back and forth banter, there's no pushing for a deeper connection. Their interactions are surface level and minimal.

When Elain says "hello" at the dinner in the novella, Az "says nothing" and instead walks over to take the dish out of her hand then orders her to sit.

In SF, Az smiles at Elain and Elain looks away from him.

She "shyly" nods to Az. (really, they're just painful to watch together. It's like watching your kid have their first crush where they have no clue how to interact or carry on a conversation).

When they are finally alone, after knowing one another for over a year, there's a lot of "Az left the rest unsaid" and Elain being nervous around him. Their entire relationship is built on a few glances with barely a total of 14 sentences exchanged over the entirety of the series.

Over the course of the series, they've talked about Illyrians flying. Headache powder. Seeds. Earplugs, Nesta and Cassian and her pretty necklace.

They have NEVER talked about Graysen, the fights she and Nesta had in SF, the loss of her father, her mating bond, his past with Mor, her powers, etc. Nothing of real substance.

In SF, SJM could have EASILY written the scene where Rhys, Cassian and AZ were in the room with Elain after her visit to the HOW and had Az ask what happened with Nesta. SJM could have easily written it so Az defended Elain during the fight with Nesta. Where she could have later had Az stand up for Elain rather than having Amren being the one to tell everyone not to underestimate her. We have never witnessed Az trying to know Elain better or be the one standing up for her when others doubted her.

Cassian knew Nesta for a few weeks in his ACOMAF bonus chapter yet he already found out about Tomas and what he tried to do to her (though not his actual name). He asked her what she deserved. He tried to pull her out of her cold shell by calling her out for certain behaviors.

In ACOWAR, we see that he's constantly trying to get her to train, to face her powers.

In ACOFAS, he calls her out for her behavior to Feyre.

Nessian has always been a bit volatile towards one another but they don't pull punches and tiptoe around and that's even with Nesta refusing to open up to him.

We saw that a bit with Elucien in ACOWAR when he broke the rules and stuck around to talk to her in the library but most of their time in ACOWAR was spent being forced apart by the sisters. Then, in the novella he respected Elain's desire to not interact with him.

In comparison, Elain is actually willing to talk to Az but Az chooses to avoid her and neither Elain or Az makes any attempt to have a real conversation with one another. Because it's not brought up, I think E/riels like to live in a bubble where they think Elain and Az have no real problems aside from their desire to be together but the facts are that they individually have a whole list of personal issues and that they have never bothered trying to get the other to face them is telling.

Cassian ignored Nesta's wishes to be left alone and pushed her to talk anyway.

Lucien respects Elain's wishes to be left alone and has not pushed her. But he has a direct link to her mind through their bond and that means he knows more about her than anyone. Just like Rhys says "he knows Feyre, more than she realizes". Just like Cassian always saw Nesta for who she was beneath the front she put up. It doesn't matter how much the female is willing to share, a mate has a front row seat anyways.

Elain is willing to interact with Az, she's never pushed him away, yet Az and Elain are still completely clueless as to who the other person really is.

#anti e/riel #pro elucien

[factorialsotherfandoms]

OPD spoilers up to the end of episode 7, because episode 7 was fun but brain insisted on a couple of thoughts before I can move on (or, apparently, work on thing I was supposed to upload today). Injury warnings, spoiler warnings, and talk about potential death, and also er I've had these characters for one episode running on auto-translated-auto-subtitles. You will pry them from my cold-dead hands, but it's not exactly the best way to study things like speech patterns, especially when my Portuguese is... I can now catch the gist of things and follow the rpg mechanics mostly, but very very far from me being able to use any words? I just kinda can sort of follow via context and stuff I /recognise/ but don't /remember/. Enough rambling, have two guys in a car.

"Where to now?" Johnny asks, as they drive away. "You're the one with the maps."

A groan.

Johnny glances up, checks his partner in the rear-view mirror. Some of his muscles still shift in ways Johnny is pretty sure aren't entirely voluntary, and Rubens holds his entire body like it is in pain. Still, he gives half of a shrug, and keeps looking out of the window.

Johnny is also sore, yes, especially from having been immobilised - but he's /not/ the one whose breathing sounds kind of janky, and hissed when the seatbelt touched his ribs.

"That bad?" He adjusts his question to, glancing up from the road every few seconds.

"Just head home," Rubens answers the first question instead of the second. "We can pick in the morning."

"What morning? It's already gone seven," Johnny takes the turning towards their flat regardless. A pause and then. "You sure you're good just to go home?"

Yes, they need to continue the investigation, but even Johnny can see that Rubens can barely stand; no matter what help they wanted to give those two other agents, it wasn't going to happen.

"What-" Rubens is cut off, hissing, as they go over a bump.

"Yeah, you know what, driver's rules - we're going to the hospital."

Rubens' lack of reply, not even a grimace, is pretty damning. It is also a little worrying, especially with the flinches and extremely deliberate breathing.

It is not that Johnny is paranoid, it's that he knows what that attack did to Johnny himself, and he's gained a decent feel for Rubens' tolerance over the last few months.

He takes the turn towards the hospital, and already starts constructing a lie. Rubens can probably pass for an electrician, and Johnny could have just been helping, and maybe someone turned the mains back on before they were finished? That's got to happen all of the time, right?

"Do you think we'll see them again?" Johnny asks, searching for a conversation topic. He's got to keep driving, but he is more than starting to get worried. "No clue what's up with the boy, but they seemed decent. Good to know the Order's always got people."

Rubens' laugh isn't very happy, "no."

"I thought you were an optimist?"

"Your job," Rubens shifts, seemingly trying to alleviate some discomfort, and only making it worse. "I'd like to, but… you saw them. Injured, electrocuted, and going to where their team went dark? They won't survive. We might not."

It's true, but that doesn't mean he has to say it. There's been a lot of deaths, recently, if what Sam has been telling them is true. Johnny isn't sure, but can't see any reason for Sam to lie about that; Johnny and Rubens have been undercover for months, but have managed to keep themselves above water so far.

A lot of people haven't, though. A great many people haven't.

"You left them your knife," Rubens follows up with.

"Shut up and sort through that notebook instead."

"No." At least he's perked up a little, actually sounding a bit more awake, thinking and shifting a little and worrying his lip before he speaks again. "Maybe they'll surprise me and you'll get it back? Can't read the notebook. The bag is in the boot."

Neither of them comment on how, usually, Rubens would still just lean over and grab it.

"Maps, then?"

He makes a left turn, and they find themselves nearly there.

"They're maps," Rubens replies. "We need the notes to work on a target... Gameshow, orphanage, orphanage, gameshow, Menefreda, puzzles, Energy... I can't see the link; do you think there's any crossover in the cases? Should we ask Samuel for their notes? Something's missing here."

"Can't be sure," Johnny has to focus on this bit of road, busier than the further out streets. "We can ask, though."

"And the girl? Erin? She said the woman's voice was-" Rubens cuts off with a gasp.

Immediately Johnny looks up, checking over his shoulder. Rubens' back is arched and he struggles for air; he shoves on his hazard lights and pulls over before unplugging his seatbelt, and inelegently scrambling across.

By the time he has done so, Rubens' body has relaxed. He has leant back, breathing heavily and clutching at his chest. Johnny places a hand on his back, rubbing a thumb into the twisted muscles there.

"Rubens?" Johnny asks, voice lower. "You good?"

The shudder looks just as involuntary, but a little more normal; Rubens leans slowly forwards, resting only one elbow on his knee, and folding his chin onto it.

One moment, two.

Rubens starts gesturing a reply, only to cut himself off with a wince.

"An answer, please," Johnny keeps his voice low, doing his best to be reassuring.

"I'm good," he answers, blinking fast as he shifts to looking at his hands. "I'm... Good, yes, good. Just, fuck, the speed bump."

Johnny had barely even noticed it; Rubens has got to be much more injured than he looks to react that badly to just a speed bump.

"I'll be more careful," he promises, though he isn't quite sure how. "Good to keep going? We're another ten minutes out, looking at this traffic."

"All good."

It is not quite believable, given everything going on, but Johnny chooses to let it pass. He knows shit all about these things, only that his partner is suffering. He's also suffering, but he's Johnny - he can take it.

Rubens... Not so much. Not really his skill-set; Johnny doesn't jump in the way of fists because he enjoys getting punched, after all.

Choosing to climb back over instead of getting out, Johnny only slightly catches his ankle on the gear-stick. Still, he gets back to the driver's seat safely, turns off the hazard lights, and pulls back into the road.

"Any thoughts so far?" he asks instead.

Johnny can put pressure on a gunshot wound just fine, but electricity is weird. Magic electricity? Even weirder. He does, however, know that so long as everyone is managing coherent conversation he /probably/ can just drive to the hospital instead of faffing with an ambulance.

(Don't they have their own doctor now? Johnny isn't quite sure, but he does know that contacting the Order, outside of secure and prearranged chats with Samuel, is likely to break their cover.)

Rubens shifts his face from side to side, mouthing words to himself and gesturing his hand around in a much more typically Rubens fashion. After a little while he shrugs - only with one shoulder and that's something to make the doctor check - and answers, "hopefully the paperwork is more useful to us; I don't think the Director was actually anyone important. Show, Director, he only does this one bit most likely? And only had, what, five staff members?"

"Barely a crew," Johnny replies. "I don't like the thing with Erin's grandmother - she's definitely not any of the corpses. None were old enough. So why was her voice there?"

"The man too," Rubens replies. "You shouldn't have told them we were Order agents; the cameras were running. Whoever runs it might have heard."

"Shit," Johnny can immediately see the problem but, to be fair, in the moment that had been far from his highest priority. Getting the grenade out already blew more of his cover than either of them liked - he should have just stolen the gun and tried shooting the glass. "We can adapt, but..."

"Danger," Rubens replies. "We'll need to be more careful, right?"

"Right," and, fuck, Johnny has been here before. "We might need to be subtler to get in."

"Games," Rubens replies.

"Hm?"

"He likes games. If we-" another speedbump, and Rubens gasps again, entire body twisting at the pain, but he settles himself quickly, moving on. "Fuck. But, if we do get in... it might be to play with us specifically. If the recording got through. Champion's match. New difficulty."

"Maybe the information we have will be enough?"

The look Rubens gives him is absolutely scathing.

"Yeah, okay, they weren't important enough to have anything actually good. I can wish, though; don't really want to be watching over my shoulder forever."

"It could work in our favour," Rubens settles on. "We need to get into deeper areas anyway. Toying, playing - if we interested whatever's in charge, perhaps it will bring us deeper to try again."

"They're deathtraps."

"But somebody always has to win. It's a bad game, otherwise."

Two people could have won the game they were playing, if they stuck to the rules, or perhaps there would have been more to it. Johnny doesn't expect them to be that generous again, though.

Ah, well, they'll work it out.

They always do.

---

It is not that much further to the hospital, and 7:30am is a blissfully quiet time. Most people from the night before have already left, but it's too early for most sorts of accidents.

Parking is easy, but getting out is more difficult. Well, no, Johnny can get out fine - stiff and weirdly cramping, but fine. It's Rubens he worries about, Rubens who scoots rather than steps out of the car, and still almost immediately collapses to the floor.

The concern - the /worry/ - is back nearly instantly.

"Ow, fuck, shit," Rubens mutters, in between the curse words as he uses the side of the car to leverage himself up.

Yeah, no, that is not going to stand. Johnny comes back over, taking the one of Rubens' arms that he isn't holding strangely, and pulling it over his shoulders. His own arm he wraps around his partner's back, protecting him from any potential falls.

When he squeezes his fingers, Rubens hisses; Johnny shifts them further down with an apology on his tongue.

"It's fine."

It's not fine.

The angle is awkward, so Johnny much crouch a bit as he helps Rubens to the emergency room. Even with the help and the rest he still keeps staggering and stumbling, his legs barely able to hold his weight.

The reception desk is even worse. By the time they get there, Johnny is supporting all of Rubens' admittedly meager weight.

"Hey," he says, reminding himself she may be the gatekeeper but if he isn't polite then they are both in trouble. "Sorry, we were doing some repair work, and some asshole turned the mains back on while we were working. I'm just kinda sore, but my buddy's having trouble breathing."

Always mention the breathing. They hate it when you cannot breathe properly.

Her eyes flicker momentarily wider, looking at the now disturbingly grey Rubens.

"Names, please?"

"I'm Johnny Tabasco, this is Rubens Naluti."

Rubens seems to try to smile and wave, only to grimace and flinch instead.

A few more questions follow - dates of birth, occupations, next of kin, particularly concerning symptoms... Rubens says unusually quiet, getting slowly heavier against Johnny's side.

Eventually, the questioning comes to an end.

"Please go sit down, and fill in these forms," two clipboards are handed to Johnny. Right. Insurance paperwork and medical history - at least he knows enough of Rubens' to fill it in, after so long doing this work together. "Someone will likely be with Mr Naluti shortly, though you yourself will likely have to wait longer. We're not overly busy, but there are still a few incidents already."

"Thank you," and oh, Christ, he's just glad to be able to get Rubens off his feet.

They end up on the plastic chairs, Rubens flinching at it.

"You alright?" Johnny asks him.

There are a good number of fast blinks before Rubens nods, "let's not repeat this, though."

"Sure thing."

Rubens' hand (and only one hand, the other stays at his side) shakes badly as he starts filling in his form - the simple bits like address he leaves just in case, and starts with his medical insurance details. Allergies, pre-existing conditions... Rubens is doubling back to fill in his basic details when a doctor appears.

"Mr Naluti?"

"Here," he raises his clearly good hand.

"If you would come with me, please?" she asks.

He glances to her, to the gap between them, and then to Johnny. Johnny goes to get up to help, and she says "wait here, please, triage for adult patients is done alone."

And, sure, but didn't they get the notes?

Rubens looks at Johnny, only slowly nodding after they have made eye contact. Johnny is not entirely sure what it means, but he prepares himself for trouble anyway.

And then Rubens /tries/ to stand.

This time when he falls, he catches his weight on his bad arm. Johnny just about manages to stop his head or chest crashing into the floor, snapping at the doctor with a "didn't you /read/ he can't walk right now?!" as he helps him back onto the chair.

It leaves Rubens even more off-colour, and shaking, and Johnny not a great deal impressed with what is going on.

"I'll be right back," the doctor vanishes back the way she came.

"Will you be okay alone?" Johnny asks.

"Eh," Rubens manages a small laugh - his breathing is not settling this time, remaining too fast and too shallow. "I'll manage."

"Of course you will."

Johnny wishes there was an easier way to solve this specific bullshit at least.

Quickly, Johnny finished Rubens papers, and lets him sign them. They are ready when a different doctor appears - this one accompanied by some lower ranked staff member pushing a wheelchair.

"Mr Naluti, I'll be taking over from my colleague," the new doctor says. "We need to speak to you alone - privacy and protocol, you understand - but he can help you transfer if that is better for you?"

It is better for Johnny, at least.

"It's up to you," he still manages to say, standing and offering his arms, just like getting out of the car.

Rubens nods, and takes them, struggling the few short steps from the chair to the wheelchair. Johnny helps him get... not comfortable, but less uncomfortable, before placing Rubens' clipboard on his lap.

"See you shortly," Johnny promises.

"Yeah," Rubens replies between tight breaths. "See you soon."

---

Johnny does not see Rubens shortly, not even close thereto. They did bring the evidence with them, split between their bags - it's been stolen from their car before, and that was it's own form of nightmare - but he cannot exactly work on it here. Neither can he work on it without Rubens, who...

"Mr Tabasco," one of the nurses had told him. "Your friend - Mr Naluti? He asked us to tell you... He needs to be admitted due to internal damage? Primarily to his lung. There is surgery involved, though the tear is small and so it is a relatively simple procedure. It is not common with electrical injuries, especially with mains supplies, but it can happen. The doctor wished to work on it immediately, and he consented. There were some other internal injuries too - all consistent with severe muscle spasming or electrical burns. You'll be able to see him once the doctors have finished, but he'll be here a few nights most likely; until the chest tube comes out, at least, perhaps longer depending on his ribs. Given the nature of his injuries, and that you were injured together, the doctor wishes to see you immediately."

And Johnny liked none of that, not at all. He complied with the doctors simply to get through everything, and given an injection to force his muscles to stop cramping. He hates how it helps him feel less like shit, and concedes to their desire for at least 24 hours of wires and monitoring only once he realises it will place him and Rubens on the same ward.

The ward is louder, and busier, and Johnny hasn't slept since this time yesterday, if nobody counts getting knocked out and kidnapped. Still, he cannot rest yet, not until he knows Rubens is fine. There are, at least, some non-work related books in his bag; he'll text Sam with an update once he's sure what's going on, and until then at least try to relax.

Thankfully, he does not get more than two chapters in before Rubens is brought through. Something he said must have stuck with the doctors, as he is given the next bed along. Propped to half-sitting, with some wires and tubes and thick bandaging around one shoulder, but awake and unhappy about it. Johnny waits for the medical staff to finish adjusting him to take a better look; Rubens' eyes trail after them somewhat nervously, and hospital blue does not suit him but he is looking a distinctly better colour.

"You alright?" he asks, drawing attention from the room to himself.

Rubens visibly relaxes when his eyes catch on him, bored and reading. He gestures to himself with his unbandaged arm, clearly moving carefully so as not to disturb anything.

"You?" he returns with.

"Painkillers help," Johnny offers, and receives a firm nod of agreement. "I'm sore, but fine. Might have torn something, but swelling needs to go down to check. The burns are too deep, but my nerves are a bit sensitive and they want to be absolutely sure the ones around my heart are fine before they let me leave."

"Heart?" Rubens asks, his attention focusing in for a second, before someone dropping a tray of medicines with a loud 'fuck!' draws a flinch and his attention.

"Doctor said if there was going to be a problem there probably would be by now, but he wanted it monitoring just in case," Johnny does his best to reassure. "You... look a bit more alive?"

"Not alive enough to read."

Johnny laughs, "I wasn't going to ask you for that already. Did they say how long you're here for...?"

Rubens shakes his head a little, "no 'heavy exercise' for at least 4 weeks. Maybe more. Depends on my ribs."

"I'll let Sam know. We can sort through the paperwork and update reports in the meantime."

"Ugh," he flops harder into the pillows, seemingly trying to lay down - something the nurses made impossible for the both of them - but gestures consent. "Tell him 'just hack the hospital records'."

"Alright. Get some sleep, or I do have our bags? I think your wallet is in there if you want to buy access to the TVs. Not sure what else you packed."

There is just the problem of getting Rubens' bag to him.

Rubens seems to choose sleep, though, or at least closing his eyes to think about something - it's been a long night, and Johnny will probably follow once he's reported in.

Just a short text message; Sam can work out a more secure connection if he wants information immediately, otherwise he can wait until at least Johnny can head home and ring. Scanning he can also do, but accessing the digital documents will have wait for Rubens. Not that the Order is ever running to time anyway.

'Hey Sam' he types, keeping things on their personal phones as civilian sounding as possible. 'So first off, don't panic, nobody's dead or dying, but Rubens and I are in hospital. He said to tell you to just hack the hospital records, so now I've said it. Not really in the mood to explain

.., but the short is some asshole got us electrocuted...'

#op fanfic #opd #ordem paranormal #fanfic #rubens naluti #johnny tabasco #fuck i have no idea what the character tags are here #maybe now this'll finally leave me alone and I can go work on what I *wanted* to be working on atm #episode 7 currently lives rent free in my brain #have yet to start 8 #doesn't seem like the thing to do in a bad mood #hospital tw #injury tw #no way did they just go continue like normal with rubens on 2HP #they were absolutely showing off #johnny probably sewed up the grenade hole in the car given it was non-statistical damage #something about being undercover and so not having all the resources and maybe having blown their cover but theyve got to keep trying anywa #needed them to have a contact so picked the tech guy whose name i could remember #its a tech investigation sooo made sense to me

[muzzleroars]

Give us pls more lore about urielllll it's really interesting that he censors things, like what other shady stuff does he do? Or how does he feel about the drama around him?

uriel is REALLY interesting, given his position - he actually knows everything that happens, as in. his books contain all of the whole of history and he isn't just a conduit, he consciously remembers all of it. this is limited to events, so he doesn't know people's thoughts, emotions, or motivations, but no action can be hidden from uriel so he's actually heaven's biggest secret keeper. he is generally quite trustworthy, as he really isn't a talker because if he had any interest in gossip it would be disastrous, but this also means uriel has near total control of the narrative. his books are considered the Truth, the fount of supreme and complete knowledge of all of god's word, but they are in fact edited and censored. truthfully, much of this censorship comes from god himself - he had uriel strike out much about hell's creation as well as its current status, but uriel retains that information as he is god's ultimate "backup". like. he knows hell is alive, he knows what became of lucifer, and he knows all the horrors generally shielded from angelic eyes, all information that was edited in his actual records (also much rewriting of lucifer's words and arguments that led up to the war, to serve god's narrative) uriel is heavily burdened by this, riddled with anxiety and strained near to breaking point as a general rule, but one would never know looking at him - he's very quiet, always sitting by a brightly sunny window with each hand dutifully writing his illuminated manuscripts. the pages are beautiful, gilded in gold and silver with inks of every color and illustrations that seem to come to him in a trance, pages turning constantly in a flurry of all the events of the world. he can carry a conversation despite it, but his words are usually slow and phrased almost always as proverbs or wisdom. however....god isn't the only editor of his books.

the thing is, god stopped fact-checking uriel's work a LONG time ago, secure in the fact that uriel has never caused any trouble and he could always use uriel himself as a comparison since his memories contain the truth of reality. so uriel is given total control over his writings, writings he is so dedicated to he has never slept, working ceaselessly ever since receiving his first book. a model angel really. this trust has allowed uriel to edit in the same ways god does but for his own reasons - it doesn't occur often, but he does have need of it on occasion. in general, he usually uses it to prop up the archangels, making gabriel, michael, and raphael appear as flawless characters throughout history, or at the very least softening any wrongs. largely, this is through his wording and it's actually difficult to notice the discrepancies for anyone else who reads the account, even if they are aware of the event itself. (i also like to think he absolutely has covered for gabriel, writing over his visits to hell and his socializing with sinners to contain completely fabricated events.) uriel is considered entirely impartial by a majority of those in heaven, so whatever is written must be truth. it's sad in some sense, as very few around him even know he has emotions, instead viewing him almost as a computer merely copying words onto paper...but it allows him to get away with this at the very least.

however, once god disappears, uriel's constant stream of knowledge is brutally cut off and suddenly he's left in the world alone, hands finally still for the first time in eons. the final sentence sits on the final page of his final book. "God has departed." the world crashes in around him, all he has carried, all he has known, suffocating him in an instant and yet more than that he is panicked by the lack he now feels. time hasn't stopped, the world continues around him, yet now he only knows what he sees right in front of him. he is frozen in the shock, finding himself soon swarmed by multitudes of angels desperate to see what he has written because surely uriel will know, surely his book will contain the answers they need. the other archangels part the crowd and michael reads from his book, but it offers no solace. uriel has nothing to tell them, and for the first time in his existence, he feels like a failure to them. he is meant to know of every event and contain a recording any can look back to so nothing is left unknown, but for this he can provide no answer. for me, uriel sort of heralds the end of heaven as it once was, for soon afterward he closes an unfinished book and that sign is taken as an ill omen by all the choirs. he will write no more. it isn't long before he falls into his "meditation", the fire of the holy spirit entirely faded from his being and heaven is left without its record (those wishing to form the council begin in earnest now, as they know uriel is no longer watching, and i believe they also encourage michael in his idea to seek out god to really rid them of the only archangel they believe remains to pose a threat...BUT I DIGRESS)

FINALLY, when uriel wakes up, he is obviously still left without his ever-present knowing, but the knowledge he retains is most helpful in reestablishing some order and answering the questions that remain. it becomes apparent that this burden has strained him far more than any of them understood, and it also brings unpleasant truths to them....but that blame doesn't really fall on him. he's currently a bit of a nervous wreck, but journaling helps him redirect that energy at least in part, and he actually is one of the first to bond again with michael, in no small part because they both feel as though their time has passed. he still finds himself dropping off unexpectedly into sleep, but raphael tells him it's likely due to how much he didn't for the majority of his existence.

#uriel at this point is really brain full head empty #didn't expect to uhhhhh talk SO much about but i actually love him a whole lot despite being the one i talk about the least #but like. that's how uriel is. he's a very background player yet who is profoundly important in heaven #i think he and metatron would have similar feelings after god disappears honestly #like neither of them can carry on their task at all without him so it's....a weird place to be #cake answers #uriel #rise and fall au

[twistedgardens]

A Spell Gone Wrong

This is based on a conversation I had with @stygianoir a while back that I'm just now getting around to 😓. Sorry it took so long.

For context:

Magic can and does go haywire. The magic system of Twisted Wonderland is nothing like the fantasy books of Yuu's home world. Harry Potter didn't show them what happened when goes wild and actually turns someone into the opposite gender.

Content Warning: mentions of periods (but only implied and gender is not specified as just about anyone with a uterus can have one)

Dire Crowley

Of all the times for him to burst onto the scene, it's when magic suddenly goes wild with a mispronounced spell. You think overblots are bad, try dealing with a headmaster who didn't dodge a spell in time. Being the overdramatic drama king he is, or rather was, Dire's first reaction to growing new bits and pieces is to panic. It's one thing to shapeshifter into a crow or ghost, but that's only because he cast it upon himself. Turning back is another issue when it's someone else's spell gone topsy-turvy. Functionally he's still the headmaster just...moodier. He doesn't let visitors see him the way he is and cause confusion. If Yuu/Reader is able to have periods, even if they weren't involved in the incident, will be the one to secure necessary hygiene products if the spell isn't lifted in time for Dire to experience the wonderful world of menstruation. Were they in the same room or building when the incident took place? No, but that won't stop Dire from giving Yuu the job of getting a life time supply of products because he honestly does not know how periods work. Hopefully the spell gets broken before PMS kicks in. You think he's overdramatic? Wait until he gets a dose of PMS hormones for the first time.

Divus Crewel

A potion goes wrong because of course it does. However, of all the staff it happens to, Divus is the least concerned. Potion-related accidents happen and getting turned into a woman isn't the worst thing to happen or that he's seen happen in the lab. Divus is the exact opposite of Dire. He answers to having breasts testing the limits of his vest, the awkward fit of his pants from having widened hips, and a different voice by shrugging it off and continuing with the lesson. It could've been worse. He could have been turned into a slug.

Malleus Draconia (this is the only picture I could find that didn't include someone's fan art. it does not represent how his reaction is written)

It's not so much his reaction you need to worry about, it's Sebek's, who is outraged by the incident and won't let anyone forget it. Lilia is rolling on the floor laughing and Silver is in the corner sleeping. Malleus takes to being switched with the opposite gender in great strides, though he's concerned that he'll have to switch schools since Night Raven College is boys only. As a fae, at least he won't have to experience a normal menstruation cycle since their biology is different than most humans. This is a learning experience for him. If he's going to rule someday, what better opportunity to learn about issues facing his subjects who have certain body parts or present/identify as female?

Idia Shroud

Oh, this is going to be fun. No one realizes the spell goes wrong is when Idia opens his mouth. Instead of his normal voice, Idia sounds like a stereotypical female. He clasps his hand over his mouth and stands there stiff as board, too scared to move. Suddenly, all eyes are on him. Because he's wearing a hoodie, the changes to his body aren't noticeable. Idia turns his back away from everybody and looks down his shirt. The shriek the emits from him could break glass. Idia immediately runs away and holes himself up in his room, locking the door. His habits don't change much except he speaks even less and doesn't bother with health class. He's too embarrassed to let anyone accidentally see him while the spell is still in effect.

Rook Hunt

A spell or potion gone wrong turns him into a young lady? Meh. It's not the worst thing that could happen. As a matter of fact, Rook likes it. He'll need a new uniform, but that's easily fixed. This is the perfect excuse to find out how skirts feel since he's only allowed to wear one as part of his new uniform, and only because he gets turned into a girl. The breeze feels nice, but it makes hunting a little inconvenient. The only noted downside is that he can't stop admiring himself in the mirror.

Vil Shoenheit

You think this is the first time? LOL. Vil's an actor, who's played the role of girl once before and he's handled potion mishaps for years. He would be furious if he'd been turned into animal, or even worse, ugly. At least the potion didn't turn him into an old lady. Now that would be bad.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #divus crewel #twst divus #dire crowley #twst dire #twst crowley #malleus draconia #twst malleus #Idia shroud #twst idia #vil shoenheit #twst vil #rook hunt #twst rook #genderbending #family friend content #gender neutral reader

[lee-hakhyun]

hiding with sys, they wait to see who comes. a group of people appear, and lhh uses group chat to tell sys to run away. and she says only if he does too.. lhh hesitates, and sys says she thinks they can win.. she seemed to have measured the strength of the group just by seeing them. they're strong, but maybe he's stronger?

but there are two in the middle who are stronger than the rest. one of them is gu taesung, the earth dragon king (he's 'gu daesung' in the webnovel tl, i usually stick with those names but i'm changing it this time since the tl is wrong. the hangul is 구태성). and next to him is the assassination king, who's part of ohdokhyup/the misreading association. the dust man's reaction changes, which means both of them probably have star jewels. due to bang cheolsoo's warning to avoid the 7 kings, lhh decides to just wait and see. he doesn't want to take any unnecessary risks.

but.. he's already dealt with a possessed constellation before. these guys are only incarnations with historical-grade sponsors at most. in a sense, he's basically already overpowered them.. while thinking about whether he should make a surprise attack, he listens to their conversation a little more. they talk about their forces being badly injured, but not killed, by someone. there's a rumor that that person is an apotle. after a bit, some tremors start. there's sounds of flesh tearing and screams as injured incarnations run over. the two aren't surprised.

there's a huge figure, roughly twice their size, behind the incarnations. the labyrinth guard? ...no. it's an incarnation. who..? sys grabs lhh's sleeve. there's a tremor in her fingertips. lhh cannot beat whoever that is. at gu taesung's cry, someone lights up the maze, and the figure was revealed. hulking muscles, empty eyes. repeatedly mumbling something.

"i won't kill you. i won't kill you."

lee hakhyun recognizes that voice. sys calls out, but lhh doesn't respond as he runs out of hiding. the incarnations spot him but he knocks them aside. did he die? lhh doesn't know. now isn't the time to care about things like that. he looks at the giant.

"i'm looking for someone. i'm looking for someone."

he can see the man's hands in the air. a different size, but he recognizes them. the one who asked where the bugs were. who found a bug under the vending machine with those hands. the first reader he met in this world.

"noh jiyoon. noh jiyoon."

lee hakhyun calls out lee dansu's name, but he doesn't respond. how did he get like this? gu taesung and the assassination king notice lhh. did they do this? there's a message that lee dansu has three 'star jewels'. lds easily sweeps the incarnations, and those who were struck by him were injured. but not killed. it reminds lhh of the first scenario. lds hasn't killed a human... he said it was because he was weak. but that's not it, was it. there's only one reason why he doesn't kill. he wants jiyoon to be proud.

lhh continues to try and wake lds up, but it's not working. the other incarnations around him must be aiming for lds. but taesung says they don't have any intentions of fighting.. he says to get away from lds. him and the assassination king run toward lds, and lhh is prepared to fight them, but instead of fighting, the two of them reach for their dust men and take out star jewels. and then throw them toward lds. feeding lds' dust man, he gets 2 more jewels. he grows even more, and the two of them retreat while saying they have two more to go.

the rules come to mind again. the 'madness' level. no way..? lhh keeps trying to call lds. it's still not working. as he approaches, there's a terrifying pressure. he tries one last time, saying "i'm cheon inho! wake up!"

dansu raises his head at that. did it work? lds' lips move.

'noh jiyoon.'

lds attacks lhh. if it wasn't for sys, he wouldn't have been able to avoid it. he nearly died. lds repeatedly apologizes. there's a message saying that 'lee dansu' is in '5th madness stage'. two more rules come to mind.

9. every time the 'madness' stage rises, your abilities increase significantly and you lose your rationality. 10. if someone collects seven star jewels, the four yin demonic beheading sword is summoned.

he realizes then the real goal of this dungeon. collecting star jewels yourself is a trap. the real goal of this dungeon is to make someone else collect the jewels.

lds starts to walk toward lhh.

#pulling no punches. i see. #oouh. you can FEEL the shift when lhh realizes who it is #654 #side story lb #orv side story #orv spoilers

[felixcloud6288]

Fullmetal Alchemist Chapter 63

End of one arc. Start of a new.

Xiao Mei is farting in Ed's drawing of her.

That cut Ed got from the younger Slicer brother, which has continuously reopened in every fight, is now a scar on Ed's head.

We see some cenz coins. Looks like one side is a multi-pointed star and the other side is a wreath crown with a king's crown in the center

It's resonable to assume these coins are 100 cenz coins since Ed didn't have to pull too many out to reach the amount Roy was asking.

In chapter 56, Ed placed 5 coins on top of the phone booth and those coins appear to be the same size and shape so they likely were the same value coins. So if Ed mugged borrowed 520 cenz from Roy and he had 5 coins on the phone booth, then the cost of a public phone is probably 20 cenz.

How long has Foo been away? Ed spent the next day in Resembool. The next day, he dug up the body then got to Central that evening. The next day, he and Al began Heist 3. After it's success, they spent the whole night and the next day dealing with the Homunculi. Ed returned Hawkeye's gun that same night and the next day, Ed and Al began searching for May.

Meanwhile, Roy implied Ed and Al spent several days baiting Scar and they've been searching fro May for several days as well. So I guess Foo has been gone maybe 2 weeks at most.

This is the first time we learn Lan fan is Foo's granddaughter.

Lan Fan and Foo's departure and Dr. Knox meeting his family make this part truly feel like we are closing a major act in the story. There have been other arcs, but none of them ended like this. Those other arcs were shorter and Ed and Al were traveling. So the departures gave a sense that we might meet them again someday.

But this arc doesn't feel like that. Roy's crew were sent away. Lan Fan and Foo have to go into hiding. Lin Yao is now their enemy. It honestly feels like we are saying good bye expecting to never see these people again, even if they say they'll be back.

In a separate post, I once mentioned trying to figure out what direction Central HQ faces, and it was because I wanted to know where Greed was looking out. He's looking southward, but I wish he'd been looking East instead. Then we could have the little poetic part of Greed looking toward Xing.

There's no way Greed's just been sitting in that spot for several days. Maybe he likes to look out there at night.

How does it feel to exist, Greed? How does it feel to look out and see there's this vast world, Greed? Do you dread when the morning rises and you're forced to return underground, Greed? Do you hear that little voice amongst the sea of souls in you, Greed?

And the second half of this chapter is the start of a new arc. Kimblee is released from prison to help the Homunculi out. His and Envy's conversation implies he's been affiliated with them for some time now. He probably was working with them before Ishbal, hence why he was entrusted with a Philosopher's Stone.

At this point Lust is dead and Gluttony is out of commission. Sloth is away doing a job. Wrath is stuck in Central. Greed is likely being kept on a short leash after the last one went AWOL. So that would leave just Envy and Pride able to pursue Marcoh. Obviously, Pride would never deign to do such a menial task. Meanwhile, Envy's power is likely too valuable and their temperament too volatile to go on a long term mission like this.

Ency drove by the Lab 5 ruins when they told Kimblee his second stone was made from the researchers.

Roy is coming up with a new plan after everything he's learned. Before, he thought he was playing chess. His goal was to take down the enemy king. But now that an internal takeover is impossible, he's choosing to play a new game with a new deck and a new set of rules.

Roy thought his opponent was Bradley, but it turns out he's just a piece on the board. So Roy's new plan is to win not by checkmating his opponent's king, but rather by killing his opponent.

Roy mentioned how Reole fell to riots only after Central got involved. Years ago, he questioned why the military went to such trouble to exterminate the Ishbalans. The dots are literally being connected.

back

#fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist reread

[nanlanmoarchived]

continued from here with @v1ctimplagued!

One thing they don't teach you when you're getting your credential? What to do when you start developing feelings for one of your student's parents. Honestly, she hadn't even considered that a possibility. It wasn't like she was looking to be a homewrecker and most of the parents were much older than she was and besides, going into teaching was her way of parenting without parenting. You get the joys of helping a little one grow but once that school bell rang? She was free to do as she saw fit.

Yet, here she was, in the front seat of Billy's car (that'd become far more comfortable and familiar than she'd care to admit) after shopping for Christmas party supplies together pretending like it was just a friendly trip because they both cared about the students and she'd need an extra hand bringing things in. It's all too easy to find reasons to spend time together which has made it even harder to hold onto any sort of boundary. She likes Billy. A lot. But the last thing she wants to do is overstep when Cam's heart is at risk in the middle.

The air is heavy with the rain around them and it feels like the elements have hidden them away just for this conversation. Blunt as his opener might be, it immediately brings a warm smile to her face as the weight of wondering if she's been feeding herself delusions is lifted. He likes her, too. "Conventional would be borin' I think." She starts in return with laughter in her voice, blue eyes focused on her hands in her lap a moment as she speaks before she leans her head back against the headrest, turning to search his handsome features. Her gaze flickers towards his lips at the mention of how badly he wants to kiss her, temptation begging her to find the answer to the question that's unfairly lingered in her mind each time they've leaned a little too closely or said goodnight. It takes all of her resolve to keep from leaning in, so instead she speaks her worry, "Work I can figure out," she can't remember if there are any rules about dating a student's parent off the top of her head, but she could find out easily enough, "but I don't want to mess up the routine you and Cam have established out here. You both deserve peace after everythin' you've gone through." A knot tightens in her stomach because while she knows these reservations need to be talked about, she doesn't want to snuff out the possibility of exploring this with him. "That said, I think we'd be shootin' ourselves in the foot if we didn't at least think about givin' this a shot. Go slow, maybe?" Her features crinkled with a sliver of the giddy amusement that had wrapped itself around her chest, "Because God knows I've thought about kissin' you more times than I should probably admit to."

#v; a spectacularly wonderful child #v1ctimplagued #/// hi yes hello i emerge with a small novel for you a month later lmao #I am so sorry this got so long! lmao

[frizzle-tales]

The place was stunning; black marbled flooring laced with lines of gold, impressive chandeliers, and the most expensive bottles being popped open left and right.

Oh, and the live jazz music that could be heard from outside the restaurant set tonight’s mood perfectly, everything felt so chic.

Jiyeon snapped out of her thoughts as Taehyung pulled her closer. “Yes… Yes, I understand.” Jiyeon replied, becoming flustered at how close Taehyung was to her. And just when Jiyeon thought he was finally done with his authoritative orders, he continued. “Yes… Okay.” She definitely didn’t want this evening to turn bloody, so she would make sure to not mess up and follow Taehyung’s unrealistic expectations.

But for now, she could get to meet Nara and potentially have one good evening, which could offer a nice distraction from the past weeks. So, after Taehyung gave them the OK, the girls sat together.

“Cute dress.” Nara complimented, glancing up and down at it, flashing a friendly smile. “That color looks great on you.”

“…Thank you.” Jiyeon smiled, oddly enough feeling quite… off. Thinking about it, when was the last time she had a conversation with a normal person? Speaking of which… Jiyeon’s head turned to the side as she felt Taehyung’s hand on her lap, questioning whether she did something wrong, but when she felt his hand travel upwards and caress her skin, the girl held in her breath, feeling her heart thump against her chest.

“…Jiyeon?”

“H-huh?” Jiyeon turned her attention back to Nara.

“I asked what you do?” Nara tried again.

“Oh, uhm, college student, or well, I used to… but because of personal circumstances, I had to quit.”

“I am sorry to hear that.” The woman couldn’t help but feel that Taehyung was the cause of the girl needing to drop out, but she kept her mouth shut and instead empathized with the young girl.

Luckily, Namjoon came to the rescue and guided Taehyung to meet someone and with that, the hand slipped away and he left her side and now the two girls were truly alone.

-

Don’t bother looking for an exit.

As Nara spoke, Jiyeon’s eyes glanced around the club, now noticing the bulky security men all lingering around each exit, and understanding what Nara’s warning meant. Of course, how could she think that Taehyung could bring her to somewhere normal— all the people here must be as twisted as he is.

But Jiyeon didn’t understand what was going on— why was she so friendly to her and why was she helping her?

Then it all made sense to her when Nara offered to disobey Taehyung’s rules, so she grabbed her glass and slid it to the side. “No, thank you. I know what you are trying to do.” After the waiter left, Jiyeon scooted a few inches from Nara. “Namjoon told you to do this, didn’t he? He always tries to get me into trouble. Is this one of his plans? ‘Get Jiyeon into trouble in the middle of a packed club and see what Taehyung will do?’” Perhaps, her words came off as too strong, but she didn’t want this evening to be ruined— Taehyung had already warned her loud and clear, and she didn’t want to go back to that day, and go through that horrific pain again. “ That’s why he invited me to your anniversary, right? To cause drama and sit back and watch? With that pompous smirk on his face…” Jiyeon’s eyes glanced towards the trio, her eyes focusing on Namjoon. “Hah, he must think I am stupid.”

—🎙️

"Wow." Nara breathed before taking a sip of her drink, not expecting an outburst to be shot her way. At least not this early. Although, it only made annoyance simmer in her veins. How old was this girl even? Her outburst was like that of a child. Who did she think she was to blow up on her like that?

If she wasn't potentially of use—

"... I get it." She finally spoke up after a few calming breaths. "It's hard to trust people after what you've been through, isn't it?"

Please. Anything this girl could've went through in the time she'd been with Taehyung doesn't measure anywhere near the years of suffering she had to endure.

"Look." Nara reached out her arm to show the numbers engraved on her inner wrist. #113. "I'm not here on my own freewill either. Just like you. I promise I'm not trying to get you trouble. Maybe.." She scooted closer, replacing the inches Jiyeon put between them. ".. We can help each other — Save each other."

—

From across the room, the duo had caught the eye of two bachelors, who eventually made their way over to the table.

"Did you ladies come alone tonight?" The first, much more slender, man asked, keeping his gaze glued to Jiyeon. And now that he was much closer, his eyes wandered downs to the slit on her dress. "I have to say, you two are the most gorgeous women I've seen here all night. Let me introduce myself." He held out his hand towards her. "I'm Sangwoo, that's Minseok. And you are..?"

Before any hands could connect in a friendly handshake, finger's wrapped around Sangwoo's arm before he was abruptly pushed back.

"Taken." Taehyung answered for his inexperienced little prisoner, through gritted teeth.

The two men oh so confidently strolling up to the table didn't go unnoticed by the deranged murderer. Fury, and even though he wouldn't admit it, jealousy shot through his body, sizzling under his skin. Hardly a second passed before Taehyung excused himself from the other gentlemen, pacing straight to the table.

"I'm sorry, man! I thought—"

As if he was no longer standing there speaking, Taehyung simply ignored his presence all together, instead holding out his hands towards his date for the night, and when she took it, he pulled her to her feet before leading both of them away from the table. Unintentionally, his fingers dug into the girl's hip as they walked.

All he could focus on was the other man. One ballsy enough to flirt with her. Which only sent bloodthirsty rage coursing through his body. Whether he knew it or not, Jiyeon belonged to him.

Only ever him.

Until the day he decides otherwise.

The couple made it over to the small area where a few other pairs slowly danced, swaying side to side together, to the soft jazz. Taehyung took both her hands, resting them on his shoulders before he dragged his down her arms, down her body until they reached the curve of her waist.

"Do you know how to dance, sweetheart?" He inquired, finally taking the time to calm down and focus on her, taking in the beautiful sight of her features; the way her eyes look up at him.

#🎙anon #serial killer!taehyung #yandere taehyung

[ashrifts]

" What's wrong with you ? " Izana asks staring at Ran. " You look like someone ate your dessert. " Despite his initial reservations of camaraderie — time weathers even the most stubborn. The fortunate (unfortunate?) side effect was knowing of these moods and feeling compelled to do something about it. With a sigh , he pats the seat beside him inviting conversation. " Look at you. " he touches his face with a slight grip , turning him left at right. ( Too pretty to be upset ) " What do we need to fix ? "

there could be a lot of things wrong with ran haitani or none at all, depending on who you choose to ask.

with an entire list to read from, beginning since his birth and continuing even now thirty years later, rindou would tell you that he's too picky with his food and would rather jump straight to dessert, and kakucho would say he doesn't quite get his fussiness about his appearance. mocchi would say he'd be stronger if only he learned how to prioritize the things that actually matter, like training and bulking up instead of flipping through fashion magazines, and shion would undoubtedly remember all the times ran has forced him into being his beast of burden for his shopping sprees.

if one were to ask ran himself — there's nothing wrong with him, of course. he's perfect just the way he is, even when his hair is a mess from an impromptu nap on the couch where the decorative pillows leave indents on his skin, even when he hasn't had a bite of something sweet in much too long and everyone hurries to scramble out of his path because they'd rather run into a knife than become his stress relief toy... even between barely held back sighs and stolen glances at his boss from beneath his eyelashes, fingers drumming against his thigh like he'd taken to nicotine and had not been able to hold a cigarrette in days.

...there is something wrong with him right now, isn't there? that izana would catch on to it was no surprise, not with the amount of years they've stood together as... maybe not equals, maybe not friends, maybe not anything less or anything more — but there's an immediate warmth in his chest, as there always seemed to be whenever izana noticed something different in ran. like he always pays close enough attention to him that he has no other choice but to notice that something was amiss. like he’s memorized every inch of ran and could not forget it even if he wished to. 

and that's what it was, wasn't it? ran wants attention. no amount of pretty words or embelleshings would make a truth into a lie, and no matter how heavy with reluctance ran's tongue suddenly felt, there was no avoiding the question. he feels like a whiny, neglected child who's been ignored for too long, and there were no less needy ways of saying: i miss you even when you're next to me. i want you to look at me, only at me. forget everything, everyone else when you're with me.

he doesn't want to look desperate. what he feels and what he shows have always been things he's been very careful to keep separate, but he can't help the hesitance in his steps when he approaches izana, sitting down as requested. he gives him a curated smile, bemused and amused both, as if to ask what could possibly be wrong — but izana catches him off-guard, as he often likes to do, and ran swallows down his words despite the knot in his throat.

          ‘ are you worried about me, captain? ’   deflection is not his proudest weapon, but he's never been known for honoring rules such as not bringing a gun to a knife fight. the teasing lilt of his voice does little to stop the reddening at the tip of his ears, and without the luxury of being able to hide it at this close proximity without giving it away, he hopes to redirect the attention elsewhere by grabbing izana's hand, tilting his head down so his lips could press against the palm.   ‘ no need. there's nothing to fix, i assure you. ’

but maybe that's the truth now, sitting together like this. ran's eyes flutter shut, the warmth in his chest spreading from the top of his head to the tip of his toes, shoulders relaxing as he lets his body move and fall forward, forehead resting against the crook of izana's neck. he breathes him in and keeps his warmth in his lungs.

like this, it's easy to avoid izana's eyes. like this, it's easier to let his mouth run loose, even when his fingers play with the cuffs of his dress shirt. nervousness is such an odd thing to handle, and the passage of the years have not taught his heartbeat to slow down when they’re together like this.

maybe absense truly does make the heart grow fonder, but ran has had enough of waiting right now.

          ‘ ...let's go on a date, izana.  ♡  ’

#ran....embarrassed..... i cannot believe my eyes.... #sorry this got so long ran was in his feelings #jugoya #verse tbt. #. * ❛ floret buds; ask.

[rdrsagony]

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.” / from jack

@jaxxmulti

Her touch is gentle and careful as she continues to treat his knuckles in the nurse's office. It doesn't take her long, her work is swift to make sure that Jack doesn't feel much pain. Her attention on his injuries almost makes her miss his words. If anything, the beauty would've preferred to miss them and not react to them, but she did. All because he wasn't making sense to her: it's obvious she would help him, they were friends. Agatha's clear and bright gaze of a beautiful bright sky would be lifted from bandages to look at his face. Her small statue isn't making her feel intimidated by him, she finds him sweet for saying it. It almost makes her chuckle. Instead, [Scriven] smiles at him and shakes her head slightly from side to side.

" You would've done the same for me, " Agatha explains as she returns her gaze back to his hand. One hand is done, but there is another one to treat as well. Her mind would not allow her to travel far away and daydream, her focus remained rather specific and determined to make sure this job will be done correctly without any missed scratch or bruise. Jack Howl may look intimidating and scary to others, but the girl of sunlit hair cannot truly base it all on appearance and what others say. His actions before proved to her enough that he wasn't a bad person. He was a young boy who also got nervous and who had a very specific set of his own rules, morals, conducts. It was admirable, she thought him brave and courageous for stepping forward when others would not. " It's no trouble, Jack. I want to do it. After all, we are friends. "

Agatha hopes that he will not reject her calling him a friend. She doesn't have many of those due to her difference and her peculiar nature; thus, she hopes that he will not reject her. It would be painful, but she would understand, but it still would make her upset. Her thin fingers would tie a bow around his wrist when she would be done with his other hand before she would nod to herself without saying anything and make sure to put everything back where it belonged.

" How does it feel? You didn't even flinch. Do you often get into... such scuffles? " She doesn't say fights nor does she seem to judge him for it. It could be a game, it could be from sports; the Savanaclaw students proved to be rather unrestrained and freely roaming around. Agatha has spoken to several of them who did not attempt to speak to her without respect in their tone, asking for help in tutoring. It was a pleasant conversation. " If you don't want to tell me, it's alright. As long as you are safe, it's all that matters to me. I wouldn't wish for you to get in trouble because you're talking to me. You know a lot of students don't feel like I belong, so... Tell me if I ever inconvenience you, please. " Thankfully, if it's ever said in a fit of embarrassment or rage, she will know. Despite how she acts, her quick wit works delightfully well. As an aspiring writer, she has to be observant when it comes to those around her. Unlike what others would think, she is not a foolish one, not a damsel in distress that cannot get herself out of her own troubles. Well, there was one trouble but it was a personal one that she had to simply carry on with.

#jaxxmulti #it begins. my non-stop showering of answers to u #✎ ┉ ⌜ in character. ⌟ #✎ ┉ ⌜ verse: twisted wonderland. ⌟

[feitania]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: drugs, maybe a hint of violence, fluff

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: mikey, draken, baji, kazutora, chifuyu, mitsuya, hakkai, yuzuha, souya, nahoya

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: I just really enjoy writing them all as goofy everyday roommates. Should I do a part two? But with who? This was actually so much fun.

Part two, bonten edition

Requests and asks are open, feel free to submit something

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: hinted mikeyxreader, bajixreader, hakkaixreader

Mikey and draken

You three live over drakens shop. It's convenient for all of you and also cheap. You get the biggest room after mikey because he's a little shit and called shot gun on the best room before you could even enter the flat.

Draken wakes up early and makes coffee for everyone before he disappears for the rest of the day. You lie to others and say everyone takes turn doing the dishes but honestly, mikey acts like he doesn't see the mess on the counter and draken finds every excuse in the book to just not do it.

Both of them are kinda protective over you and don't like it when you take a date home. They'll look them up and down judgingly and ask them the most uncomfortable questions to let them "prove their worth to be with you."(no one could ever live up to their expectations till this day) the golden rule (set up by mikey and mikey alone) is that if they can win against mikey in a fight, they can date you.

If you can't sleep at night you can always go down to dranken's shop, there is a 80% chance to find either him, Inui or another former toman member down there doing whatever at an ungodly hour.

You won't need a pet because mikey made it his personal mission to hang onto your back 24/7 (draken has a job and everyone else also acts like a functioning adult so what else is he supposed to do). He crawls into your bed at night and steals your blanket, follows you around the flat when he doesn't know what to do and demands food from you every other hour instead of just cooking himself.

Baji, Kazutora and Chifuyu

Chaotic people but they all love you with their whole heart and try to keep it down for you in their small apartment. It's was originally only meant for 3 people but Kazutora just came in one day and never left so...

Baji is the one responsible for cleaning and vacuuming the floor because his hair is everywhere. Kazutora gets a "I actually don't live here" pass but he's tidy anyway so you can't prove otherwise.

Chifuyu and you bond over manga and build a shelve together for all your hardcovers. You win against Baji in rock, paper, scissors and are allowed to set it up in the hallway. Baji says he still hates it but you saw him tidy it up and put his favorite mangas in the front so he probably lies.

Cats. Cats everywhere and always. All of them assure you they don't take stray cats in anymore to prevent them from taking over the apartment but you know that they don't just feed them outside. There is always at least one cat lurking around the hallway to get some food.

Bajis mother loves you. She comes over to visit you and not him and he's lowkey jealous. Of who? He can't tell. She tries to set you two up and always starts the conversation that, when Kazutora and Chifuyu move out to marry or do whatever you two could continue to live together. As friends or more. Baji turns back into a teenager and starts spouting nonsense, saying he would rather die then to be in a relationship with you. It's a sad excuse of a lie and everyone knows.

Hakkai, Mitsuya and Yuzuha

The most chill household you can get. Nice roommates too and the flat looks pretty cool considering all of them are working in the fashion departement. Mitsuya has his atelier elsewhere but he still spends a lot of time at home with all of you.

Yuzuha and you are in charge of grocery shopping because Hakkai tends to get too much junk food and mitsuya buys a concerning amount of coffee. Hakkai accompanies you two sometimes to keep boys away from flirting with his sister. And from you but he doesn't say that.

The unspoken rule to always have slippers on comes from the fact that mitsuya leaves his pins everywhere. You sometimes see him crawling on the floor searching for a few spare pins. It's hilarious.

Pillow forts? Pillow forts. Every other week when Hakkai gets the urge to build a pillow fort one of you ends up in his grasp. Most of the time It's you because Hakkai thinks you make the best pillow base. This night you have to sleep on the ground surrounded by blankets and snacks while mr. Daddy long legs takes up all the space and uses you as his personal pillow.

the Kawata Twins

I don't know how you got into this living situation but let me say that you will never ever in your life be bored again. You three also live above their shop and it smells like ramen everywhere.

Souya is too nervous to talk to you for the first few months but after his brothers forces him to warm up to you he comes into your room everyday just to check up on you and make sure you eat enough. Nahoya cares for you in the same way but a little more aggressively...like beating up people that made you mad or beating up people that made you-

Since the Tenjiku battle they have an ongoing weird tension with the Haitani brothers and sometimes you catch one of the twins looking out the window just staring at the street where a Haitani brother is standing around staring back.

Souya is a very tidy person and helps out where he can while Nahoya doesn't even know how to wipe the floor and refuses to learn it. When people come over Souya is on his toes the whole time, running after people to make sure they don't leave the flat looking like a mess.

Nahoya smokes weed and cooks afterwards completely baked. It tastes amazing though and you two can't stop laughing while Souya just watches in horror when Nahoya puts another chunk of butter into the frying pan.

You belong to them now and they both think it would make sense for you to either marry one of them or get adopted to change your surname to Kawata already

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #baji x reader #hakkai x reader #draken #mitsuya takashi #chifuyu matsuno #baji keisuke #yuzuha shiba #souya kawata #nahoya kawata